[Wildy~ =3]

Originally Posted by Mystic

``Ok good.`` Isla mewed but still a haunted look in her eyes, ``We don't we when the beasts will find us, but their starting to. I hear their growling and loud stomping as if their trying to break the ground to us.`` She mewed.

He sighed, ``Sorry, and just my left paw`` He mewed, ``How long will it have to heal? I heard the beasts are growling at night as if their hearing or smelling us.`` He mewed that part a bit more quietly.

(Decided to start with Wild)
'Oh no,' thought a young she-cat as she ran through the forest. Her wings were bloody and stuck out at awkward angles. As she ran, blood dripped from the wounds she had. 'Run, runrunrunrunrun....' she thought. Then, suddenly, she had an idea. 'This... thing.... It relies on smell, right? Maybe I can lose him through the mud fields....' she thought, changing direction. When she arrived at the mud fields, she turned. The beast was getting closer. She yelped as she tripped over a root and started rolling down a hill that was covered in mud from a recent mudslide. When she landed in a pile of mud, she looked back at the hill. The beast was looking around. She didn't dare to move. It walked down the hill. The she-cat tried not to shiver from fear. Closer still. She held her breath. Then.... The beast turned, and walked away, looking for her. As soon as it was far enough away, she began to inch away. She reached a tree and began to climb. When she reached the top, she heard the beast roar. She froze, hoping it wouldn't smell her. It went to the tree she was in, and tasted the air. It looked from side to side, before walking away. She looked around. Where would she go next?